Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

As a writer Miller might me second — or third rate or no rating at all; as a spiritual example he stands among the great men of our age.

In his remarkable study of Rimbaud, a prose poem of one hundred and fifty pages called The Time of he Assassins, Miller discourses on the spiritual suicide of modern youth.

http://books.google.com/books?id=vpaG-w ... &q&f=false

i like that

This has certainly been a failed and wasted life that I have lived so far.

It is only my curiosity that keeps me going.

It would be so stupid if this life was all for nothing.
I just don't wanna waste any time on worrying with it. I'd rather and here I am
having good days, happy days hanging out with you in the studio instead.
ppp

Life is what I make it and Hell is too spooky for me.
I haven't seen Hell, but I've taken note on the creatures who've climbed out from it, their dirty work and classic creeps.
Struggling today with how to say.

I feel more at home cooking goodies in the kitchen and reading Miller with you.

Sweet dreams, Jack.
See ya tomorrow.

P.S. Dreamt about painting boxes out in the forest.
It cracked me up cause a whiles ago I had written a piece about doing just that.
Painting boxes.
Maybees we paint these text boxes.

Quick reply

I value your friendship to much to
pander to you. that woman I selected to fall in love with on studio eight accused me of pandering to women. It is interesting to how delicately Anais Nin did quite agree on how a man says things and how a woman would say it. Or maybe it is not a matter of the female brain and mail brain and the structural differences there in. Maybe it is our different ethnicity, you the healthy gentile, me the sick Jew.

I will have to read Rimbaud. Have you read Henry Miller's essay on him, there are some excerpts from it in the introduction by Karl Shapiro to Tropic of Cancer.

Yeah this is hell for me now, when I choose to make it so. When I think about a life time of fucking I missed out on.

I have not even begun to consider Anais Nin yet.
I have hardly read anything by Miller yet.
She pays a homage to Lou Salome on youtube I don't have the link.That was interesting

I like what Henry Has to say about what happens to the psychoanalysts who try to analyze her, how she lures them in and they fall under her spell, Good passage I will paste it here later

oh well not such a quick reply anyway

Sorry for the edit, must of been adding it as you were typing out.
Yes, if it weren't for men, I'd be wore out on all my gushing and sweet-tooth. I already do get tired to be in this skin, until I can collect my thoughts and read up on men.

Just too sweet today, I can't shake it off.
Bugs me a bit, like I got the goodie goodie house-mama head.
Tomorrow I might be a real witch. I hope so.

sorry I deleted this one

what I am saying is it may be spooky to you dear sister but for me it is sure death and destruction if I don't face my fears. Repression is the main stealer of joy in my life.

I have a picture of me and silent woman on a beach. She was afraid to walk on the ocean beach by herself. But she felt safe with me. I have had some sunshine. I can't find that picture, sometimes I think I hide from myself

I know the location of every crumb of happiness that has fallen through the cracks"

quoted from memor[/quote] yabyum a long time ago

She really broke your heart?

NO man
she was very kind
she is always easy on my mind
she moved on with her life after I came into it like a karmic shit storm.


Inarticulate r me facing fear not the best way to say it
I am talking about monsters from the Id, not charging bears and other tooth and claw, steel and concrete dangers of this world.

what else is hell if not that

life is pointless,
Auschwitz has no meaning

life is to cherish

the only point is to live

good times and bad times

I like that sweep of history
art thing mingo did


life sweet life
the stars at night
deep in the heart of texas

sorry I am tired
just typing and cant stop
help help

help help with me too,
I hear ya. Hoping I can articulate in my dreams.
If I wake up with em on my mind, I'll let ya know.

I spent the whole winter mad as heck, ha ha
Look how I forget things to my likings.

Close the doors, close up the windows until the storm blows in and I want them open to feel it vibrate my skin. If there'll be storm, I'll be in the middle,
but I won't likely remember any of that tonight.

Thanks for the wrestling.

I wouldn't likes you sugary.

Women born with something to do with thinking about labor pains.
The extreme pain and though we can bring it to mind, we have this innate sense or nonsense to forget about it for awhile in order for life to progress.
So we can have baby number two, three, four.

Funny dream last night.
I was in my house when I heard this terrible shrieking.
Soundly just like roasters fight...a cock call on territory. I looked out the door and sure enough two young neighbor men were starting an old fashioned cock fight with two other young men. The two fathers were both there and the neighbor father noticed me noticing, so he walked up to my door in neighborly fashion, I could tell men like him had this almost apologetic tone towards women. Asking women to forgive the nature of men.

Yes, it wasn't even about forgiving, just plain accepting. Anyway, the main and best part to the dream was about the storm brewing outside and the way my doors were. I reached up at the top corner of the door and pulled this noise resistant, weather resistant seal. It was a thin, but heavy duty plastic, it came out of the corned like cellophane out of the sleeve. I grabbed it at the corner and pulled it down. It shut out the world.

I woke up thinking I could be a millionaire making a new innovative weather door and windows. I should patten them and call em dream doors, dream window.

I guess I was wrong when I said I'd stand out in the weather. I didn't stand there very long, lol.

Men and women.
We need them both for progress. One to be active and the other to shrug.
Well, those aren't the best descriptive, could use a lot of adjectives in place of.
But, I'm o.k. about men, some of them, prolly not the whole of em.

I think, historically speaking, not sure with modern, but when men went to war, a lot of women could just stand in the doorway and wave good-bye. They weirdly would have this terrible heartache, but hide it in a little box within. Just accept and wave, just understand they're not to understand.
We might be cold hearted, I don't know. Cruel, too.
Stand and wave. Looks like an ugly truth.

Jack, just caught your "Gandhi with a Penis" statement about Miller. Cracked up when I read it. Thx.

Thanks for the credit, I did not know I named it, or maybe you were refering to Kerouac?

Reading Miller is like a graduate English program.

VIVE LA DIFFÉRENCE. :

I thought you said it. Kerouac said it ? Hell, what do I know? It still cracked me up though. Thx for posting it either way.

"No rest for the wicked" is that scripture or only Shakespeare?

I read somewhere that he was institutionalized at the end of his life.

I suppose there must be some perqs for being average.

Chimera an interesting word, has taken on many new scientific meanings in the brave new world.

I been hearing this song all morning

the boxer an acoustic version by a young kid, about five or six years old

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RVFQwl6 ... ure=relmfu

thanks for stopping by, I got this computer wired to a skinner box, every time someone replies to one of my posts I get banana flavored rush of pleasure pellet.
or maybe a vanity attack

sorry about the link to the boxer, it has an advertisement attached to it.

I start my day almost every day with this